domingo, 5 de fevereiro de 2012
Essa melodia que ouviste foi tocada no desespero, entoada na esperança e composta nessas teclas suavemente premidas. O piano que dizes ouvir é balanceado pelas improbabilidades da vida, sonando alto e estridente no meu peito. Vibrando esta carcaça num sonante poderoso, não cabe mais ar neste peito... e o piano que ouves agora à distância, lembra-te sons e atitudes, recordações na plenitude e umas imagens que se preenchem de sorrisos de alguém e pequenos saltos como se fossem retiradas de um dia da praia...
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I feel the ropes of the ship tightening as the wind picks up... The boards crank and moan as if they had something to say, As the silence ar...
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I feel the ropes of the ship tightening as the wind picks up... The boards crank and moan as if they had something to say, As the silence ar...
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Have I told you how much I love having you with me? Or how beautiful is the rain when it touches the sea? Could it perhaps be compared to a ...
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Well I can see you're giving up... Laying the towel on the floor, And packing your bags close to the door... As the bed is scarce of spa...
It was the crushing sound of inevitability!
ResponderEliminarOf the time that has to be! And keeps on going.
Of easier and lighter things and moments.
In this deep, mindless...